Think back to puberty. Or, as my high school biology teacher Mr. Penner used to say, "POO-ber-ty." He also used to say "di-no-SOURS," but that's another story, and try to stay focused, okay?
Pronounce it how you will, puberty does a number on a body, especially on a girl's body. One can only imagine that the first dozen or so eggs produced by a pubescent female might be rather shoddy in quality, but we don't know because we can't see the eggs.
You can see a chicken's eggs. The first ones don't always turn out as planned.
Sometimes their shells are very bumpy. Chas got one from the hen house yesterday whose shell wasn't done well; it was so thin on one end that it crushed in his hand. Occasionally -- rarely -- the egg is even laid without a shell!
But that's not what I came here to tell you. I told you that so I could show you this:
This MONSTER egg.
It's a little hard to see how big it is, so I have prepared a demonstration. You knew I would.
First, a large egg from the grocery store.
Now let's add one of the little eggs these young hens usually lay -- much smaller.
Okay, here's the lunker.
See the difference?
Yikes. I don't want to know what kind of clucking ruckus she kicked up when pushing THIS bad boy out. We gave it to Grandma across the street, who promptly made breakfast. Later she told me, "That egg had a double yolk."
"Really?" I said. "I should have known, since it was so huge." Then I asked her, "Did you get any pictures of it?" Thinking back, I asked a little too breathlessly.
"Oh -- no," said Mom sadly, as if she had let me down. "I'm sorry! I didn't think of it!"
What, you don't photograph everything you do, buy, or eat? I thought. Definition of a non-blogger.
But when hens 4, 5 and 6 start laying, the camera will be ready.